Well, I got my exam results today, and I am VERY pleased with them: I even did well in French!!! All I got below a 'C' on was Electronics, which I don't care about, and I aced English. Anyway, back to the story. I forgot to mention Rodan's fire breath is based on his uranium heat beam in Godzilla Vs MechaGodzilla II.

And now for a little something with your favourite radioactive lizard and mine…

Godzilla is © Toho

BATTLE AT SEA

JSDF Base, North of Tokyo, Japan

This was so much worse than last time, Miki had decided.

She could be helping. She could have found out what the others were up against in a second with her powers. Instead, she was stuck sitting around with a cast on her arm.

This. Sucked.

Worse yet was that, at any given moment, the JSDF was ready to use all the firepower at its disposal to blast Godzilla off the face of the earth.

She wasn't really sure if she was worried about Godzilla, or whatever poor souls were ordered to try and destroy him; Godzilla, as she'd seen, could shrug off a volley of missiles at close range with, as far as anyone could see, no damage. His… what had Miyuki called it?… incendiary radioactive oral defence… could incinerate solid steel. If they tried anything, it would probably end up like…

Like the warehouse.

For the last week, she'd been trying to put it out of her head. Even though Godzilla (apparently) listened to her, up until then she hadn't seen how destructive, how vengeful, he could really be.

He'd swum from Odo Island to Tokyo at an unbelievable speed, without stopping, to rescue her as soon as he sensed she was in trouble. He'd killed three men for harming her. Whenever she thought about it, she realised two things: Firstly, he was a powerful, wild animal that she honestly didn't know if she could control. Second… she mattered that much to him.

She once again felt Godzilla's concern press into the back of her mind, still regularly checking that she was alright.

Having slowly grown more used to psychic "conversations" with something, she let him know that she was still OK, and that she would be better soon. The pure feeling was transmitted to Godzilla's brain, eliciting a returning "signal" of understanding.

Since the link was, by all assumptions, permanent, she might as well learn to control it.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of tension as Godzilla recognised something… a scent, a movement, a shape, something… The recognition triggered a memory, and that in turn sent a spark off on the back of his mind, igniting it into a fire of instinct and anger.

An intruder. A threat. Whatever it was, Miki felt herself return to the "real" world, as outside the window, the dark shape that was Godzilla moved away under the waves.

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The Nuclear-class Submarine approached the dock slowly, the steady wake behind it an ever-widening trail as it moved forth through the water. Its long, sleek form moved with a cold, mechanical precision.

"Target sighted on radar," The captain reported, "Ready to engage."

The blip on the radar suddenly began moving, heading from the side of the radar screen towards the centre.

"Target's approaching, sir! 40 knots."

"Fire torpedo one."

"Aye, sir."

Outside the ship, the torpedo, on a stream of dirtied smoky water and a thick tail of air bubbles, shot forth, arcing through the water to meet the approaching shape.

Underwater, Godzilla, except for the jagged spikes on his back, almost looked serpentine; his well-developed arms and legs were held to the sides of his lean, muscled body. His reptilian head was held straight forward on his elongated neck, his long, powerful tail swishing through the water behind him.

The torpedo swung towards Godzilla as he turned, flexing under the water, lashing out with one hand.

The projectile detonated on impact, with the muffled 'thud' of a blast smothered by water, the water around Godzilla filling with dark smoke.

The dense cloud was forced aside, pushed away by the momentum of Godzilla bursting out, straight towards the source of the attack.

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Miki threw the door open with her good hand, running outside and flashing an ID to a guard (courtesy of Kazama, and a little something Osaki didn't know about) as she dashed out of the base, on a path that she knew from memory would take her to where she sensed Godzilla was.

He'd sensed something, and whatever it was, he didn't like it.

She sensed it again, just like when he'd been fighting Anguirus, almost like at the warehouse, but this time not as strong or as mind-numbing, all rage and instinct and… and…

Oh God…

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"Direct hit, sir… target still approaching."

"Fire torpedo two and three."

The torpedoes shot out of either side of the ship, shooting symmetrically towards Godzilla. The monster saw the attack coming and, though he could easily withstand the strikes, it would simply be foolish to sit still and be struck. So, he dived downwards, one of the torpedoes shooting past him as the other collided with the side of his leg in another muffled, murky explosion.

He shot forward through the water, with a vicious snarl, straight towards the submarine.

"Evasive action!" The captain ordered, "Now!"

It was too late.

Godzilla, rather than colliding with the ship, swam under it, his jagged spinal plates slicing into the underside of the craft. As the metal was cut open with an ear-piercing 'shriek', water instantly started to cut into the gash.

"Hull breach, lower deck!"

"Seal off the area! Get me a location on that thing and fire!"

Turning in the water, Godzilla charged again, this time striking the side of the sub, his momentum carrying it sideways and upwards.

Within the craft, crewmen and object were topped, furniture was thrown around wildly, equipment went berserk, and someone, barely audible over the shouts and sirens, shouted something about surfacing.

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As Miki finally reached the top of the cliff, the surface of the water looked almost eerily calm, as if it had steeled itself up for something.

She stopped, catching her breath. She knew she shouldn't be there with her arm, but she wasn't particularly concerned about that now.

The water bulged, cast aside in showers of sea and surf as the sub was forced up, Godzilla beneath it. Heaving forward, he sent the sub, gashes in the bottom and the sides, thanks to his claws gripping it on the way up, crashing down into the water.

With a roar of fury, he rose to his full height, his arms parted to show his muscular torso as he pulled back his head and inhaled. The split-second glow of his spinal plates told Miki what was coming next…

"Godzilla!" She shouted, desperately crying out to him through the link, her desperation surging into the monster's mind.

Godzilla turned, the sub already forgotten, lowering his head down to the end of the cliff.

"Go back!" Miki shouted, pointing to the water between the cliff and the JSDF base, desperately hoping that, thanks to the link, he'd understand the basic words that followed. "Back! Water! Go!"

Giving Miki a gentle sniff, Godzilla realised the meaning behind her words.

Turning away, he took a long stride forwards, dipping his lower body down and vanishing into the waves with only the tips of his spikes showing his presence.

Miki stood there for a few minutes, finding that tears were forming in her eyes. A moment later, she realised she was shaking.

She was scared. More scared than she'd ever been in her life.

Godzilla hadn't attacked the sub out of self-defence, or territorialism, or any kind of instinct.

It had been for her. She was wounded, and he was protecting her. Just as he had done at the warehouse, he would obliterate anything that threatened her.

An unstoppable colossus that answered to her, and only to her.

And she found herself thinking; with but a thought, she could bring this unstoppable titan's wrath upon anything she desired. All of Godzilla's awesome power… it was all hers to command, should she ever choose to.

For a long second, she felt sick. Disgusted with herself for even thinking something like that.

She'd felt different her whole life, felt freakish or unaccepted, but…

Never, even once, even in her darkest moments, had she ever felt so utterly, sickeningly, obscenely inhuman.

I figured I'd chuck some darkness into that chapter; honestly, it just wrote itself.

In all honesty, this didn't have an awful lot to do with the actual plot; it's really to show how Miki's trying to adjust to the link, how fearful she's becoming of Godzilla, and generally a bit of a reference to the darker atmosphere of "Godzilla Vs Jagereth". Poor Miki, I make her suffer so. More than anything else, though, this is mostly here because it'll be a while before Godzilla turns up again.

So now I need an opinion: Should this be a chapter of this story, or should I replace it when I write the next chapter and make this into a oneshot instead? Because honestly, I'm thrilled with the way this chapter came out (and still on a high from my exam results).